A History of Grieving
Networks exist
between.
Networks are tangled,
roots between.
They break.
They take
time to
reconnect.
Sometimes they never heal.
All lost things
were once connected,
but if you are lost to your own world,
you will not mourn
its loss.
Said another way:
people
do not mourn
the loss of others
they do not feel connected to.
They are unconsoled.
Unconsolable.
So I propose a different kind of grief:
grief for the tangle,
grief for the warren,
grief for all the lost links
that bound me to thee,
whatever those might be.
Let us all tell the history of grief,
together reconnecting.
(Poem freely adapted and translated from the article, “A Different Kind of Grief: Learning to Love Our Networks in a Time of Disconnection”
